Wang Xianren took out a worn-out thread-bound book, the cover and the first few pages were black, and they were covered with all kinds of oil stains and dust from the corner of the table and the takeaway.

"You're finally going to break away from feudal superstitions and go to elementary school?" I asked.

He looked at me with disdain, "The master gave me this book when he was dying, saying that he could read 1/12, which was enough for me to eat for a lifetime, and this is a treasure." ”

I leaned over curiously, "There's a lottery number in there?"

"Xiaoyuan, how old are you, and you still believe in pie in the sky?"

I pointed to the hellish visitors and said, "The big living people can fall down, why can't you drop a pie? It's much less difficult, isn't it?"

Wang Xianren simply ignored me and carefully flipped through the broken book.

I took a look twice, and found that there were not only exquisite words in it, but also pictures, with a variety of pictures, there were runes, plants, and even a few villains who seemed to be doing radio gymnastics.

What the hell!

Wang Xianren didn't answer my contemptuous eyes at all, and continued to flip through the book.

Finally turned to a page, and said happily: "That's it!

The strong impact of the radio gymnastics villain made me skeptical of the whole book, and I took Wang Xianren's book with a critical eye, and found that the picture on the page he opened was quite normal, so I looked at it seriously.

When I actually started reading this book, I could faintly smell the smell of ink through the smell of oil and dust, and when I looked closely, the words on it were all handwritten! There were brush words, pen words, and crooked pencil words in some places.

This is fresh, I asked Wang Xianren, "When did you get this book?"

Wang Xianren said proudly: "Of course, it is written by my ancestor - the first generation of Toad Mountain Taoists, as far as I know, a generation of ancestors studied from the Maoshan faction, and was expelled from the sect because they were excluded and framed by the same sect, and set up their own sect. ”

It's kind of like that.

I didn't ask any more questions and started reading.

I saw that page was very plainly written:

The Higher Godhead awakens

This method is the door control technique, and if it is applied lightly, it will lose decades of longevity, and if it is heavy, it will die violently, and leave a disaster to future generations.

In order to perform this hair, you need to collect the following three spiritual objects:

Buddha bone relics, nine-colored flowers, Maoshan wooden sword.

Each kind of spiritual object is accompanied by a picture, the Buddha bone relics look like a cylinder engraved with scriptures on it, the nine-colored flowers are painted extremely abstract, if it is not marked with the name next to it, I can't see that it is a flower at all, and it is estimated that the ancestor of Wang Xianren was lazy and trouble-free, did not buy watercolor pens, this picture is pure black and white, and I can't see where there is the meaning of "nine colors".

The most realistic is the Maoshan wooden sword, but I really can't see any difference between it and the sword used by the old man for morning practice.

What made me even more devastated was the words "at least it will lose decades of yang life, and at worst it will kill you, and leave a disaster to future generations", this curse is too ruthless, right?

In other words, how did our book start to run towards the point of no return of third-rate fantasy? Does the author know about this?

As soon as I turned the page, I saw that the first line read: Spellcasting Manual

Wang Xianren took the book, "You see, right? Even if it's a high-level godhead like Sun Wukong, I can still wake up." ”

I asked, "Is this an antique or a modern knockoff?"

"Of course, it's an antique," Wang Xianren sneered, "However, where can a book be preserved for so many years, and where it is broken, the disciples of the past generations will paste the paper themselves and refill the contents." ”

"Well, I'll believe you for now," I added, "but aren't you afraid of dying violently?"

"As a cultivator, it is my dream to be able to perform forbidden techniques and awaken the gods in my lifetime, and compared to it, I am not worth mentioning the sudden death of my life. Wang Xianren was impassioned and radiant, and suddenly became thirty years younger.

"Oh, that'...... What is the power to create ugly wood?" I asked.

"Cut," Wang Xianren waved his hand impatiently, "that's just casual play." ”

"Damn! Brother Wang, you didn't say that at the beginning! You said that the power of ugly wood is your lifelong dream!"

"I can't have two dreams in my life?"

Okay, he's determined to give up from the beginning, the power of the ugly wood, brother can only help you get here.

"Besides," Wang Xianren continued to quibble, "With you, the power of the ugly wood is already completed." ”

Alas, I have accepted the miserable fate of selling myself to him.

"Then how are you going to wake up Sun Wukong? The book says that we need three kinds of spiritual objects, but we don't have one. ”

"Isn't there a picture? "Saying this, it seems that awakening the Monkey King is no more difficult than fighting a minesweeper.

I asked, "You have good kidneys, huh?"

Wang Xianren was surprised: "How do you know?"

"Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back. ”

The immortal snorted unconvinced, and dropped a sentence, "Spirit things, people who are destined can naturally get them." "Ignore me.

As they spoke, the visitors to Hell had finished their takeout and started their first online journey under the guidance of Bai Qi Huang Chao.

The two teachers disagreed on whether the introduction to the Internet should start with minesweeping or by browsing the web.

The students stood in line freely, some honestly began to sweep mines, and some clicked on the "embarrassing moment when the female star fell on the red carpet and exposed her underwear" as soon as they came up, I looked at this, hey, Li Yu, the queen of Chen!

I saw Li Yu staring at the monitor and looking at the light of his eyes, and he still didn't forget to pay attention to the girl when he got here, but he was a little less melancholy as a street writer.

The most maverick is Lu Bu, Lu Bu neither went to play minesweeper, nor did he look at the web page, he came up with a beautiful double click to open QQ, seeing me look at him, the little handsome guy smiled and showed two dimples, and asked: "Brother Xiaoyuan, can you teach me to play this?"

The Long Night...... Ah what,Anyway, I'm idle.,I helped him apply for a QQ number.,And add yourself as his friend.,Because I'm not familiar with typing.,He sent a sentence "Hello" slowly.,His message immediately appeared on my mobile phone QQ.。

Lu Bu looked at the message on my mobile phone, was stunned for a while, and muttered, "If we had this thing at that time, how could I be killed by Cao Cao's old thief?"

His words were rather clueless, and I was embarrassed that I didn't know how to answer when a local news item popped up in the lower right corner of Lu Bu's monitor.

Recently, the pagoda in the western suburbs of our city collapsed, and the Provincial Bureau of Cultural Relics organized excavation, and found a treasure letter, which contained precious Buddha finger bone relics......

What shocked me the most was the picture, the Buddha finger bone relics shown on the picture were quite similar to the one drawn in Wang Xianren's book!

I'll go! This thing is really a spiritual thing, knowing that I took the initiative to bring down the tower when I looked for it, this movement is too big!